The Imperial Court's Mage

A Windtreading Steed charged through the north gate of Shangjin City, barreling along and knocking people over wherever it went. It drew countless curses, but when the crowd saw the rider, they immediately fell silent and cleared a broad path. The rider was covered in dust, dressed in black armor, with three red feathers set atop his helmet. This was the uniform of a scout in the Blood Moon Empire's army, and the three red feathers marked his rank.

The scout had deep, purplish-black bags under his eyes. Clearly, he had not slept in a long time. The crowd began to wonder: Had fighting broken out on the frontier again?

The Windtreading Steed forced its way through Shangjin's busiest streets, overcoming every obstacle, and only slowed as it neared the Blood Moon Empire's palace.

A deep voice rang out before the palace gates: "This is the imperial palace. No riding horses here. Dismount at once."

The scout pulled a dark red token from his breast and roared, "The frontier is in danger. There can be no delay!"

The guard took a closer look...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.